I like guns. I have always liked guns. I suppose a lot of that started with all the western movies and TV shows I saw as a kid.

I have never been able to have as many guns as I wanted. But, I can read about them. Despite having qualified in the Marine Corps, my knowledge of guns, ballistics, bullets, revolver vs automatic, holster types and advantages, etc. was miniscule. I began reading gun magazines. I did not understand all that I read. I did not really know enough on most topics to separate the wheat from the chaff among the articles I read. I just read and read and somehow I learned a few things. Some magazines never say anything negative about any firearm. They are “owned” by their advertisers—they are mostly useless. The better ones give a balanced view and mention problems without losing advertisers by calling products junk.

I found that much of what I thought I knew was foolishness, fostered by movies and oft repeated myths.

I read every article whether the subject interested me or not. I found that a lot of them were useful to understanding something I did want to learn about and I became interested in a few new subjects too.

I changed a lot of my views and gave up some cherished opinions.

I now can talk intelligently about most gun subjects; sometimes, people even come to me for information.

Now, why couldn't someone do that with the Bible? (Saw that one coming, didn’t you?) I know some who have done so with no formal program of study. They just wanted to learn and read until they did. One whose highest education is H.S. converses intelligently about theologies and Bible customs and Greek words, etc. The other does the same and is married to me. Will you become one??

As for you, son of man, your people who talk together about you by the walls and at the doors of the houses, say to one another, each to his brother, `Come, and hear what the word is that comes forth from the LORD.' And they come to you as people come, and they sit before you as my people, and they hear what you say but they will not do it; for with their lips they show much love, but their heart is set on their gain. And, lo, you are to them like one who sings love songs with a beautiful voice and plays well on an instrument, for they hear what you say, but they will not do it. (Ezek 33:30-32)

​Take care then how you hear, for to the one who has, more will be given, and from the one who has not, even what he thinks that he has will be taken away. (Luke 8:18)

The last time we went to visit, four year old Judah made up a game. He had a pile of "buddies" (mainly stuffed animals) out in the family room and picked up two. These he carefully carried behind his back as he walked across the floor. As he reached what must have been a predetermined point in his little mind, he suddenly dropped the two buddies, one at a time.

"Drop one, drop two," he said. Then he turned around and looked. Number two was placed in a "keep" pile, while number one was discarded across the room. Then he picked up two more and did it again. Before long he had two piles, each half the size of the one he began with. Then he started the process all over again with the "keep" pile, adding yet more to the discard pile and leaving a smaller "keep" pile. He did this several times until he had finally whittled it down to two buddies. When he finished, he looked at the buddy who had "won" the game—the final "drop two" buddy. He was not entirely pleased, so he gathered all the buddies from both piles together and started over again.

This time, instead of carrying the buddies behind his back where, I suppose, he couldn't always remember which hand held what, he carried them in front of him. He could see exactly who he was dropping when. Occasionally he even hesitated before deciding which to drop first, the buddy which would then be discarded altogether. Because he could see what he was doing, he was happy with the end result, which was Lucky the Tiger, his favorite. Obviously, he had rigged the game.

I began thinking about how he had made his choices. If one was his brother's buddy and the other was his, his brother's was the first to go to the discard pile. If one were a newer buddy, and the other an old favorite, the newer one fell victim to "Drop one." Once he had culled it down to only his old favorites, life became a little more difficult. In fact, the third time through the game, Leo the blankie actually displaced Lucky the Tiger.

Now let's put feet on this little story. Do we ever do the same thing? Yes, we adults have been known to determine Truth not by what the scripture says but by who says it. Did Brother Big Name Preacher say this, or some poor old nobody you never heard of? Did my best friend in the congregation take this side and the guy I can hardly tolerate take the other? Is this the view my blood family takes while someone I am not related to takes that one?

Or maybe we make our choices based on how it affects us. Would this view mean I need to admit wrong and change my life and that other one leave me to live as I want to? Would it mean that my parents died in sin and I just can't bear to think such a thing? Would it mean I need to disfellowship my good friends? Would it mean my children are no longer considered faithful Christians, so I just won't consider the possibility that this scripture actually means that at all. I've known more than one preacher whose views on divorce and remarriage changed when family was suddenly involved. Honestly considering the scriptures with rational, logical thought had nothing to do with it.

Our first allegiance is supposed to be to God and His revealed Word, not family, not best friends, not famous people or those with more wealth or status. We are not four years old. We are supposed to have matured enough to make the hard decisions regardless the fallout. "Drop one, drop two" is not a meaningless game with God. He watches who and what you drop and why. He knows how to play the game too, and He will not let His love for sinners influence His decisions about who to drop first if they refuse the Truth.

​Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. (Matt 10:37)​If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple. (Luke 14:26)

I am often amused by our insistence on certain words to the point that we are willing to make them a test of fellowship, while making up our own words and phrases which can be found nowhere in the scriptures. In fact, the thing we are describing often has scriptural phrases that we steadfastly avoid. By imposing our words on the concept we often miss connections that had a profound impact on the people who first heard them.

I grew up hearing the phrase “rolled forward.” Imagine my surprise when I checked half a dozen translations and could not find that phrase in any of them. Because we understand that “the blood of bulls and goats cannot take away sin,” someone created this phrase to try to explain how sin was dealt with under the Old Covenant. Why do we do that when the scriptures explain things plainly enough?Thus shall he do with the bullock; as he did with the bullock of the sin-offering, so shall he do with this; and the priest shall make atonement for them, and they shall be forgiven, Lev 4:20. And all the fat thereof shall he burn upon the altar, as the fat of the sacrifice of peace-offerings; and the priest shall make atonement for him as concerning his sin, and he shall be forgiven, 4:26. And the priest shall burn it upon the altar for a sweet savor unto Jehovah; and the priest shall make atonement for him, and he shall be forgiven, 4:31. And the priest shall make atonement for him as touching his sin that he hath sinned, and he shall be forgiven, 4:35. And he shall offer the second for a burnt-offering, according to the ordinance; and the priest shall make atonement for him as concerning his sin which he hath sinned, and he shall be forgiven, 5:10. And the priest shall make atonement for him as touching his sin that he hath sinned in any of these things, and he shall be forgiven, 5:13 And the priest shall make atonement for him with the ram of the trespass-offering, and he shall be forgiven, 5:16. And the priest shall make atonement for him concerning the thing wherein he erred unwittingly and knew it not, and he shall be forgiven, 5:18.

Funny how I grew up thinking the word “forgiven” was found nowhere in the Old Testament. Guess what? I found it well over a dozen times before I decided that was enough for me to understand that those people were forgiven, just not forgiven the way we are. They understood that, too, without someone thinking he had to improve on God’s words with a manmade phrase. For the law having a shadow of the good things to come, not the very image of the things, can never with the same sacrifices year by year, which they offer continually, make perfect them that draw nigh. Else would they not have ceased to be offered?... But in those sacrifices there is a remembrance made of sins year by year, Heb 10:1-3.

Those worshippers understood that forgiveness in their time would not last forever, that every year God would once again remember them. And not only did he remember the sins of the past year for which they had offered sacrifices, he also remembered the year before that, and the year before that, and the years and years before that. Every year that weight grew heavier and heavier on every soul.

That made the promise of the New Covenant much more precious. Behold, the days come, says Jehovah, that I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel, and with the house of Judah: not according to the covenant that I made with their fathers in the day that I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt;… But this is the covenant that I will make with the house of Israel after those days, says Jehovah: I will put my law in their inward parts, and in their heart will I write it; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people… for I will forgive their iniquity, and their sin will I remember no more. Jer 31:31-34.

Now forgiveness would include forgetting. That weight of guilt would be lifted forever. If there were no other spiritual blessing under the New Covenant, that one alone would make serving God worthwhile. How often do we completely miss the importance of that blessing by refusing to use the words the Holy Spirit did?

It is not that we cannot comprehend an Old Covenant forgiveness that does not forget. We have a habit of practicing that very thing. We practice Old Covenant forgiveness when we say we forgive yet every time a certain person’s name comes up we say things like, “I’ll never forget what he did to me.” The remembrance of their sins against us gives us away.

Jesus told his disciples they were to expect the same forgiveness from God that they gave to others. His blood of the New Covenant has power beyond the power those Old Covenant people experienced. But New Covenant forgiveness only works on us when we practice New Covenant forgiveness to others.

Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. Col 3:12,13.

Let me just say it from the start. Shame on me. I never thought about some of these things until they directly affected me and mine. I am horrified, and apologize profusely to any Christian anywhere who has a physical disability for my previous lack of consideration and compassion, for being so completely oblivious. Now I understand what you have been living with for years, and I hope this will help atone for some of my cluelessness. I think, though, that this is common. Until you have a problem yourself, you have no idea what people are living with and the things we take for granted.

On July 26, 1990, The Americans with Disabilities Act was passed. For the first time people with disabilities were recognized as a minority with rights. For all the time before, their lack of education and employment was treated as simply a result of their disability and therefore unavoidable, something the disabled had to live with, just as they had to live with being blind or deaf or paralyzed or any of a host of other disabilities. It began as far back as 1973 with the passage of Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act, which banned discrimination on the basis of disability and only culminated in the ADA.

Churches everywhere in this country have conformed to the Americans with Disabilities Act. We now have handicap bathroom stalls and parking places, and ramps to at least one door. I can’t help but wonder, though, if we would have done those things if the law hadn’t forced it on us. I wonder because of all the evidence I see otherwise.

I am proposing a new law for congregations everywhere: the Christians with Disabilities Act. It wouldn’t cost a penny. All it would cost is a little inconvenience here and there, and maybe a little time and effort in changing bad habits.

Article One—Prayer: All prayers should be prayed in front of the congregation (not in the pews) and behind a microphone. People will always say, “But I talk loudly enough.” Listen carefully: No one speaks loudly enough without artificial amplification for someone with a true hearing disability to hear and be able “to say the amen” (1 Cor 14:16). (No, dear brother, not even you!) In fact, in trying to speak “louder” the clarity is often lost, and that can be even worse. It is also important that hearing disabled people be able to see not just your face, but your lips. Many of them count on lip reading, some subconsciously, in order to help fill in the gaps their poor hearing leaves. Therefore, speakers must stand where they can be seen, not wander around among the assembled, and those praying must keep their heads up and pointed toward the audience. God is more likely to send you to hell for being unkind and inconsiderate of a disabled brother than he is for not bowing your head.

Article Two—Power point:You may only use a power point presentation if you also verbalize everything that is on the screen for the vision impaired. Many times I have been scrambling to find the song after the songleader started because he neglected to mention the number: “It’s on the power point.” My brothers and sisters have learned some new songs and some new verses to songs that I still do not know because I have never seen them. They were only put on the power point. Any extra verses or new songs that are sung with any amount of regularity should be printed out and made available, not just for the vision impaired in the congregation, but for any similarly afflicted visitors who need them as well. In addition, preachers and teachers should be aware that anything on the power point that is important will be completely missed by those who cannot see it. “I would go over all the verses, but you can see them up there.” No, I can’t, and there are others just like me who won't speak up.

This “act” is obviously incomplete—there isn’t a law on record this short. I could have added things like the length of time we ask people to stand or the number of times we expect them to get up and down, something extremely difficult for the elderly, but I can only relate to the disabilities my family and I have, which is the whole point. We must actively seek the needs of the disabled so they can participate in the public worship with us as much as possible. That does not mean they should not be realistic. Being disabled by very definition means there will be some limitations they (including me) just have to accept, but we do not want to be like the rulers in Jesus’ day who told them all to go away. “There are six other days in the week. Why mess up our Sabbath?” (Luke 13:14)

We are supposed to be trying to reach the lost. Do we only want the healthy lost? The more we reach, the more disabled we will have among us, and the more we will need to make some changes—perhaps even people signing the sermons and Bible classes, and a few Braille songbooks and Bibles on hand to pass out. Of all people, Christians should be compassionate and willing to bend for the sake of those “bruised reeds” among us, (Matt 12:20).

Jesus went to the disabled and diseased; he didn’t avoid them (Matt 11:3-6). Yes, his healing them validated his claims and made people more apt to listen, but evidently it “offended” some people too. Could it be because those disabilities symbolized a greater disability that everyone has—sin and death? What if Jesus had ignored that disability the way we ignore the physical ones?

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor. And he rolled up the scroll and gave it back to the attendant and sat down. And the eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him. And he began to say to them, Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.Luke 4:18-21

Three year old Silas has learned to pray, and often sits at the table, eagerly clasping his little hands together, looking back and forth at his parents, hoping they will ask him to say the blessing.

“Do you want to say the prayer?” his daddy asks, as if it weren’t obvious, and he gets a big nod and off we go. It’s never about the meal. To him it’s about talking to God and saying thank you for something, for anything, for whatever happens to be on his mind.

“Hey God!” Read that the way an excited child would greet his grandparents, not the way a New Yorker would yell, “Hey Mac!”

“Thank you for sisters,” although he has none, but one of his little friends does, so he wants to mention it.

“Thank you for blue, and red, and yellow,” the colors of the containers he puts his blocks in. He doesn’t complain about having to pick up his toys. He thanks God for something to put them in, and that’s the one that really made me think.

I wonder how many of our complaints could be expressed as thanks with just a little thought. Dealing with rush hour traffic? Thank God you have a car to drive through it in. Complaining about the stack of ironing? Thank God you have that many clothes to wear. Griping a little about picking up your husband’s shoes? Thank God he is alive and well enough to leave them in the middle of the floor.

I thought about this again yesterday when I was blowing off the carport. We didn’t have one for years, and sometimes I think that all it did for me was give me something else to keep clean. But last week when one of our usual summer gully washers came through, I could unload the groceries and stay dry.

Then I came in and heaved a sigh at the extra dirty floor. That happened because we saved enough money to buy a new vanity for the bathroom and the plumber tracked in sand going in and out.

Stop and think today about the things you complain about. How many are caused by blessings you could have thanked God for instead? How many extra chores do you have because God has provided you a home and a family? I never had to wash diapers until I had babies. Do you think for one minute I would have given them back?

If ever anyone had something to grumble about, it was Daniel when the other two presidents and the 120 satraps tricked the king into making the law against praying to anyone other than him. How did he react instead? And when Daniel knew that the writing was signed, he went into his house (now his windows were open in his chamber toward Jerusalem) and he kneeled upon his knees three times a day, and prayed, and gave thanks before his God, as he did aforetime. Daniel 6:10. Surely if Daniel could say thank you at a time like that, we can in this relatively easy time in history.

God is patient with us as we daily grumble our way through a life He has blessed in thousands of ways. You have to go to work? These days especially, be grateful for a job. Gas prices too high? You’re still buying it, aren’t you?

Maybe we should be a little more like a three year old. “Hey God! (I’m so excited to talk to you!) Thank you for all you have done for me, for the things you have given me that I don’t deserve and forget to be grateful for. For all those extra chores, because they mean you have blessed me beyond measure. For all my pet peeves, because it means I am able to be up and around and go to those places where they happen. For the fact that I have to work so hard to lose weight, because it means I have plenty to eat. For people who get on my nerves, because it means I have friends and family and neighbors and brothers and sisters in Christ—I am not alone.”

Today look at everything you gripe about and find the blessing. You will be amazed--and probably a little ashamed. And maybe those gripes will go away, for at least a little awhile.

Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you,1 Thes 5:18.

The fifth lament is often labeled "a prayer." This wicked nation has finally admitted its guilt and asks God to "remember," "restore," and "renew" His covenant with them. What did it take to make them reach this point? Being shamed and disgraced for all the world to see. Before, they viewed themselves as the greatest nation in the world because they had been "chosen" by God. It made them indomitable, they believed. God would never suffer disgrace Himself and that is exactly what would happen if the people He was supposed to protect were conquered. Their pride kept them from seeing the Truth—when they broke the covenant, God was no longer bound by it. His bride had been unfaithful and He cast her off. Finally, their pride was broken.

Remember, O LORD, what has befallen us; look, and see our disgrace! ​Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers, our homes to foreigners. We have become orphans, fatherless; our mothers are like widows. We must pay for the water we drink; the wood we get must be bought...​Slaves rule over us; there is none to deliver us from their hand. ​We get our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword in the wilderness.Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine. Women are raped in Zion, young women in the towns of Judah. ​Princes are hung up by their hands; no respect is shown to the elders. Young men are compelled to grind at the mill, and boys stagger under loads of wood. ​The old men have left the city gate, the young men their music... ​​The crown has fallen from our head; woe to us, for we have sinned! (Lam 5:1-16)

Now they can admit their sin and their dependence upon God, and ask for His forgiveness.​Restore us to yourself, O LORD, that we may be restored! Renew our days as of old-- (Lam 5:21).

And what can we learn from this? Pride may be one of the worst problems this generation has. We are imbued with the notion of self-esteem from birth, it seems. The inability to admit wrong and lower oneself in the presence of One more mighty and righteous has made it impossible to teach anyone about God and His Laws. Everything is judged by emotion and "the right" to an opinion, instead of black and white Truth.

I have heard more people, including Christians, arguing with God, denouncing God when things go wrong, telling God exactly what they expect Him to do for them than I ever have before. "Why, after all my faithfulness?" they ask when a trial comes, as if God owes them a perfect life here on earth. There is little appreciation for the seriousness of sin, especially those "little ones." In fact it has become something to joke about. The fact that all it took to ruin this world was one bite from a piece of fruit seems to escape everyone's notice. That one little bite was an open indictment of God by His creation. "You're just being mean not to let us eat this," Adam and Eve were saying, falling headlong into Satan's trap.

In the church today we have a problem similar to Israel's. God's people then still showed up every Sabbath Day and offered every sacrifice the Law required. We think that because we are so careful to keep every ritual exactly the right way that we are immune from any judgment. We have become "the chosen." Meanwhile, our hearts are just as bad as our neighbors' and our care in following the Biblical pattern doesn't extend beyond the church house door. A pattern of lifestyle—"conformed to the image of His Son"—never enters the equation.

The only way to reconcile ourselves to God is to surrender, to admit wrong, and to prostrate ourselves and our hearts before the Most Holy. "The just shall live by faith," God told Habakkuk as the Babylonians approached, a faith that accepts the will of God and stays faithful in all areas of life, no matter how rough things may get.

"The Babylonians" may yet fall upon us in our lives, either individually or as a group. I can see the day drawing near in the things happening in our culture. It's time to reject our pride and self-sufficiency if we hope to avoid the things this people had to endure in whatever fashion they may take. Perhaps we won't have to learn these things the hard way.

Let us test and examine our ways, and return to the LORD! ​Let us lift up our hearts and hands to God in heaven: (Lam 3:40-41)

We had our first opportunity for an overnight with our grandson Silas when he was two. It was better than a trip to Disneyworld, better than a vacation in an exotic place, better than dinner in a five star restaurant, better than just about anything you could possibly think of. Do I sound like a doting grandmother yet?

When he woke the next morning, he remembered that it was the two of us who put him in the crib the night before and he called out, “Granddad! Grandma!” And there was that smiling face and those big blue eyes under a head full of tousled blond curls.

My one concern that weekend was understanding what he was saying. He has been talking since he was one, but sometimes in a language we can’t quite figure out. It sounds for all the world like a real tongue. It comes complete with hand motions and facial expressions and he is quite fluent in it. Unfortunately, we aren’t.

The last year he has gained more English and less of his personal argot. For two years old, as he was then, he had quite a vocabulary. We were doing shape recognition, and he pointed to one and said, “That’s an oval.” I hadn’t quite gotten over the shock of that when he added, “And that’s a rhombus.” I quickly flipped through my own mental file card, trying to remember that one from high school math classes.

That morning after we got him out of bed, he turned to me and said, “Can I have bussenwuddy?”

I was stumped. Maybe I didn’t hear right, I thought. So I asked, “Bussenwuddy?”

His little eyes brightened and he started jumping in my lap. “Yes, yes! Bussenwuddy!”

Okay, now what? Bussenwuddy... I flipped through those file cards in my mind once again. What have I heard him talking about that sounds like bussenwuddy?

Finally it came to me. “Buzz and Woody?”

Another excited little bounce. “Yes, yes! Bussenwuddy. Can I?” He wanted to watch the Toy Story DVD. I felt like a successful grandmother--I had figured out what my two year old grandchild wanted. Do you think anyone but a grandparent would have tried so hard?

God is trying to talk to us every day. He has put it down in black and white. All we have to do is pick it up and read it. Some of us won’t even be bothered with that. Then there are the ones that will pick it up, but then put it back down in frustration. “I can’t understand this.” Well, how hard are you willing to try?

I have had women leave my classes because “They’re too much work.” Keith has had people complain about his classes because, “They’re too deep.” Really? I would be embarrassed to say such a thing if I had been a Christian for two decades or more.

Don’t I care enough about my Father in Heaven to put a little effort into it? It isn’t that He expects us all to be scholars, who love to put our noses in books for hours on end. But He does expect us to care enough to spend a little time at it. He expects us to be willing to push ourselves some.

No, it isn’t all as simple as, “Do this,” or “Do that.” Sometimes He throws a bussenwuddy in there (Matt 13:10-13; 2 Pet 3:16). But if you really care about communicating with your Father, if talking to Him really excites you, if He is the most important thing in your life, then you will exercise that file card memory of yours and flip through it occasionally, striving (a word that denotes effort, by the way) to learn what He expects of you.

Knowledge alone doesn’t make you a faithful child of God. You don’t have to be a genius with a photographic memory, but you do have to love your Father enough to be willing to work at building a relationship with Him. Pick up your Bible today, and show Him how much He means to you.

And he said to me, "Son of man, go to the house of Israel and speak with my words to them. For you are not sent to a people of foreign speech and a hard language, but to the house of Israel-- not to many peoples of foreign speech and a hard language, whose words you cannot understand. Surely, if I sent you to such, they would listen to you. But the house of Israel will not be willing to listen to you, for they are not willing to listen to me: because all the house of Israel have a hard forehead and a stubborn heart. Ezekiel 3:4-7

We raised pigs when the boys were growing up. A pig a year in the freezer went a long way toward making our grocery bill manageable, everything from bacon and sausage in the morning to chops and steaks on the supper table, ribs on the grill, and roasts and hams on our holiday table. The first time the butcher sent the head home in a clear plastic bag and I opened the freezer to find it staring at me nearly undid me, though. After that Keith made sure to tell them to “keep the head.”

We bought our pigs from a farmer when they were no more than 30 pounds. That created a problem that usually the boys and I were the only ones home to deal with. Once the pigs were over 100 pounds they could no longer root their way under the pen, but those young ones did it with regularity, especially the first week or so when they had not yet learned this was their new home and they could count on being fed. More than one morning I went out to feed them and found the pen empty, spending the remainder of my morning looking for the pig out in the woods.

One Wednesday evening when Keith had to work, the boys and I stepped outside to load us and our books into the car for the thirty mile trip to Bible study, only to see the young pig, probably 40 pounds by that time, rooting in the flower beds. We spent the next forty-five minutes chasing it. You would think three smart people, two of them young and agile and me not exactly decrepit in those earlier days, could corner a pig and herd him back to the pen. No, that pig gave chase any time any one of us got within twenty feet of him, and they are much faster than they look.

You see things in cartoons and laugh at the pratfalls exactly as the cartoonist wanted you to, knowing in your mind that such things never could happen. When you chase a pig you find out otherwise.

Once we did manage to corner the thing between a fence post and a ditch and Lucas, who was about 12, leapt for him with his arms outstretched. Somehow that pig managed to move and Lucas landed flat on the ground on his stomach while the pig ended up trotting past all of us on his merry way, wagging his head in what looked like amusement.

Another time Lucas actually got his arms around the pig’s stomach, but even an un-greased pig is a slippery creature. Nathan and I never had a chance to grab on ourselves before it was loose again and off we all ran around the property for the umpteenth time, dressed for Bible study by the way, which made the sight much more ridiculous, especially my billowing skirt.

We never did catch that pig. He simply got tired and decided to go back into the pen. I had opened the gate and as he trotted toward it, we all gratefully jogged behind him, winded and filthy and caring not a hoot that it was his idea instead of ours. Still, he had to have the last word. Instead of going through the open gate, at the last minute he ran back to where he had gotten out in the first place and slunk under the rooted out segment of the pen. Then he turned around and looked at us. “Heh, heh,” I could almost hear with the look he gave us. We shut the gate, filled in the hole, loaded up the feed trough, and went inside to clean up, arriving at Bible study thirty minutes late and too exhausted and traumatized to learn much that night.

God is a promise maker. He has given us so many promises I could never list them all here. We have a habit of treating those promises like a pig on the loose, like something we can’t really get a good hold of, certainly not a secure one.

I grew up in a time when it was considered wrong to say, “I know I am going to Heaven.” Regardless the fact that John plainly said in his first epistle, “These things I have written that you may know you have eternal life,” (5:13), actually saying such a thing would get you a scolding about pride, and a remonstrance like, “Let him who thinks he stands, take heed lest he fall!” We were too busy fighting false doctrine to lay hold of a hope described as “sure” in Heb 6:19.

That word is the same one used in Matt 27:64-66. The priests and Pharisees implored Pilate to make Jesus’ tomb “sure” so his disciples could not steal the body and claim a resurrection. He told the guards, “Make it as sure as you can.” Do you think they would have been careless about it? Do you think there was anything at all uncertain about the seal on that tomb? Not if you understand the disciplinary habits of the Roman army. It is not quite as obvious because of the different translation choice, but the Philippian jailor was given the same order, using the same word, when Paul and Silas were put in prison: “Charging the jailor to keep them safely [sure],” and he was ready to kill himself when he thought they had escaped.

That is how sure our hope is—“an anchor…steadfast and sure.” It isn’t like a pig we have to chase down. It isn’t going to slip through our fingers if we don’t want it to. Paul told the Thessalonians that “sure” hope would comfort them, 2 Thes 2:16. How comforting is it to be fretting all the time about whether or not you’re going to Heaven? How reassuring is it to picture God as someone who sits up there waiting for you to slip so He can say, “Gotcha!” That is how we treat Him when we talk about our hope as anything less than certain.

I never knew what to expect when I stepped out of my door the first few weeks with a new piglet. If we hadn’t needed it, I would not have put myself through the anxiety and the ordeal. Why in the world would anyone think that God wants us to feel that way about our salvation?

…in hope of eternal life, which God, who cannot lie, promised before times eternal, Titus 1:2.

Samuel Colt, the founder of the Colt Patent Fire-Arm Manufacturing Company was born in Hartford, Connecticut on July 19, 1814. Perhaps his most famous gun is the Colt Single Action Army Peacemaker.

Isn’t it ironic that “peacemaker” is the name of a gun? The Peacemaker was designed in 1873 and the standard military service pistol until 1892. I sometimes think we must have the same definition for “peacemaker”—a weapon of war.

More and more I see people starting fights over things not worth fighting about. More and more I see people not only excusing their aggressive behavior, but justifying it as righteous. Maybe it is because I am older now, but “zealous” no longer means “quick to fight” to me, and I think it never did to God.

“Blessed are the peacemakers,” is not a concept foreign to the old law. God’s people have always understood that righteousness is not about contention. David is a prime example.

He refused to harm Saul, whom he called “the Lord’s anointed,” even though Saul had sworn to kill him, 1 Sam 24:6.

He bowed before Saul, even though he himself had been anointed king, 24:8.

He promised not to harm Saul’s heirs, even though they might have tried to claim the throne God wanted him to have, 24:21,22.

It’s easier when those around you have the same attitude, but David even managed to keep his peacemaking attitude when surrounded by warmongers, Psa 120:6,7.

Yet this is a man who did fight for God, who lived in a time of a physical kingdom that fought physical wars against physical enemies. He bravely went into battles and killed God’s adversaries, so much so that he was not allowed to build the Temple with his blood-stained hands, so we cannot call him a wimpy, namby-pamby by any means. He simply knew when it was time to fight and when it wasn’t. Like Paul in Acts 16:3 and Gal 2:3-5, he depended on the circumstances to help him decide what justified either action in exactly the same issue, and never let his passion for God push him further than he knew his Father would want. It wasn’t about having his own way, about not allowing anyone to tell him what he could and couldn’t do. In all things the ultimate mission, God’s mission, was his goal, not saving face.

Jesus’ mission was the same—peace. He brought peace between men (Eph. 2:12-14) and peace between man and God (Rom 5:1-2). Then he told us that was our mission too—bringing peace to the world.

Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called the children of God. Whose children are you?

It is an honor for a man to keep aloof from strife, but every fool will be quarreling. Turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Finally, brothers, rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort one another, agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you.Prov 20:3; Psa 34:14; Heb 12:14; Rom 12:18; 2 Cor 13:11.

For a while there, I was really big on self-analysis in fighting temptation. I’d break down what was tempting me most at what times. I’d define my mental state when I was most strongly tempted. I’d determine the difference between the times I overcame strong temptations and the times I fell. I invested all this time and effort to know myself and my weaknesses better, to know what helped me overcome and I’d still fall to temptations! Temptations that I knew intellectually how to beat!! Why? Because eventually it just comes down to me saying, “No.” All the self-analysis, self-knowledge and planning in the world isn’t going to help if I don’t say no.

Nancy Reagan became famous in the eighties for her anti-drug mantra “Just say No”. She was widely ridiculed by some who thought it too simple. ‘There’s peer pressure and teen immaturity and depression and economic desperation and all these things that lead to drug problems!’ they answered. All those things are true, but, however those things are dealt with, if one is to remain drug free one has to at some point just say no. Notice that Mrs. Regan never said it would be easy. She just said it was the answer. And she was right.

God tells His people the same thing about sin: “Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes; cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow's cause.” (Isa. 1:16-17) Make yourselves clean and “cease to do evil.” Just stop it. God goes on to tell His people to refill their lives by doing good, but at base He says stop being evil. Just say no.

My Dad used to work intake at the prison system and one of his coworkers was a drug counselor. Like many good drug counselors, this man was himself a recovering addict. At the time Dad told me this story his coworker had been clean for about 20 years. He confessed to Dad that he still had cravings. Sometimes they were so strong he would sit in his office and just hang on to his desk until they passed, because as long as he hung on to the desk, he wasn’t going out to find a fix. He just told himself “no” and hung on. Now if he can do that, why can’t I just hold on and not lose my temper? Why can’t I hold on and not have impure thoughts? Why can’t I hold on and conquer the temptation to ______________?

This is not to say that being aware of yourself and honestly analyzing your successes and failures isn’t helpful. It can be very helpful in learning to avoid situations that lead to temptations and in finding strategies to assist in saying no. For example, I almost never go to the public beaches in season any more. When I want to go to the beach, I find the lesser known, little used areas where I rarely see anyone else. Why? Because the public beaches are full of naked women, which is something I don’t need to be seeing as a Christian man trying to keep my thoughts pure. (And, yes, if you are only covered up in six square inches of fabric, you are naked.) So, that helps, but at some point, alone with my thoughts, I still have to say no to temptations to impure thoughts.

God calls us to be holy. He never says it will be easy. Quite the contrary. In telling us to be holy as our Father is, Peter instructs us to “gird up the loins of your minds”. Back when robes were the customary garment of all, anyone preparing to do hard labor or exercise had to tie up the ends of his robe to avoid tripping and to be ready for the exertions to come. In the same way, being holy requires preparation for hard mental work.

We have to say “no” and hang on.

1 Pet. 1:13-16 “Wherefore girding up the loins of your mind, be sober and set your hope perfectly on the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ; as children of obedience, not fashioning yourselves according to your former lusts in the time of your ignorance: but like as he who called you is holy, be ye yourselves also holy in all manner of living; because it is written, Ye shall be holy; for I am holy.”

1 Tim. 6:12 “Fight the good fight of the faith, lay hold on the life eternal . . .”

AuthorDene Ward has taught the Bible for more than forty years, spoken at women’s retreats and lectureships, and has written both devotional books and class materials. She lives in Lake Butler, Florida, with her husband Keith.